The time was at its worst,
With the little steps I took back,
Every second seems cursed,
With the smile I never lacked,
All days lined up in here,
Making no remembrance at all,
Gazed upon my own face-i dared,
Till the time comes for last fall,
Hours wasted for this happiness,
To get ruined in few seconds,
Blamed by the sorrow of mess,
Just for the time I once spent,
Harsh words are now keeping me awake,
In the nights i can't realize,
Gibberish of this planet to be fake,
I know how time hid all the lies.
- Author: I.G. (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 28th, 2021 00:29
- Category: Sad
- Views: 11
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